I had to rewrite this several times, but finally I settled on a decision for where I want to take this story.
Boris's ear twitched and he yawned. Stretching, he shrugged of sleep and sat up to look around. Bendy and Alice had their eyes closed and miniature Zs were drifting around above their heads. They were still in Henry's house.
"Oh! You're up!" Henry was standing in the doorway to the room, the Sunday newspaper in his hand. "Um, good morning, Boris."
"Good morning to you, too." The wolf scratched behind his ear and yawned. "Nice day, isn't it?"
"Yeah." He sighed. "Well, being that tomorrow my work week starts, it might be best if I take you back to the studio today. I mean, we don't have to leave right now, but I won't have another chance to take you back to your home until next Saturday and there isn't really anything for you three to do here if you're stuck on your page."
"Oh." Boris realized that Henry had a point. Bendy and Alice wouldn't be able to take it if they had nothing to do but stare at the living room until Henry came home each day. The studio had ink on the floor so they could move around. "If that's how it has to be, then thank you for everything."
"Five more minutes," Bendy yawned, rolling over. Woken up by the noise, he rubbed his eyes.
"Good morning," said Henry.
"Huh?" The ink demon looked around, taking a moment to remember where he was. Next to him, Alice was acting in a similar way, waving away her Zs to wake up faster. "Oh! Good morning, Henry!"
"Good morning to you as well." The man gave a wistful smile. "I was just telling Boris that I have to take you home today."
"Today? Why?" Now fully awake, Alice was fixing the man with a surprised stare.
"Today's the only day until next week that he can take up back," Boris explained. "He has work, remember?"
"Oh." She sat down and a tiny, inky tears began forming in her eyes. "We'll miss you lots."
"Dang it, Henry! Why'd you have to do this?" Bendy kicked the air in front of him. "We practically just got reunited and now you're leaving us again!"
"We don't have to go right this minute." The three toons looked up at Henry. "We have to go today, but we don't need to leave right now," Henry explained. "And just because I'm taking you back to your home doesn't mean that we'll never see each other again. I'll visit as often as I can."
That seemed to console everybody. "I guess that isn't so bad," Alice sighed. She attempted a small smile. "Hey, if we don't have to go right now, then can we have fun like we did yesterday?"
The four talked and laughed the morning away. Eventually, lunchtime came around and the conversation had to be put on pause while Henry got something to eat. After that, Boris suggested that they spend the rest of the day showing Henry around the studio. Nobody objected.
"Well, I remember most of this, but it's interesting to see it after thirty years," remarked Henry. He was holding the cartoons' page so it wouldn't get ink on it and he was following his three inky friends around. Boris, Alice, and Bendy in their 3-dimensional forms dwarfed Henry and Bendy looked as terrifying as he had the previous day, but it wasn't impossible to look past the scariness and remember that he was still the same cute cartoon that they all knew.
Boris led the tour around the studio, visiting every room except for the one with the operation table on it. They passed some writing on the wall. "Hey, who put that there, anyway?" Henry asked.
"Sammy," Alice shivered. "Sammy Lawrence. He used to be in charge of the music department."
"I remember him." Henry sighed. "Darn, did all my old coworkers end up going crazy?"
Boris shook his head. "No, Sammy and Joey were the only ones involved. Joey had the ideas and Sammy brought them to life. Joey came up with a bunch of rituals and figured out how to make cartoons real, but Sammy was the one who actually did them. They worked together just fine until," Boris glanced at his demon friend, "Sammy started having arguments over what they should do with Bendy. Sammy wanted to make him completely alive and able to go on places that weren't ink or our page, but Joey wanted to keep control over where he could go. Joey got fed up with it and tried to kill Sammy, but he escaped to somewhere else in the studio. He didn't try to attack Joey or anything, but sometimes he would sneak back to write insulting messages about how his dream was going to come true and how Joey was a liar."
"So Sammy's in this studio with us?"
Boris frowned. "Gosh, I can't believe I didn't think of that. He probably is still here."
"Um, Boris?" Alice tugged on his arm. "Do you think he'll try to attack us?"
Boris looked worried. Bendy went to the page to speak without roaring and answered for him. "We're bigger than he is. We can stop him, Alice," he said.
"Yeah, but he has pentagrams and magic and stuff," Alice argued back.
"Maybe I can convince him to leave," Henry suggested. "I mean, he wasn't really my friend, but we knew each other. Maybe he'll listen to me and leave this place and get his life back on track." He sighed. "I sure as heck won't leave you alone with him if you think he's dangerous."
"Okay. Thanks, Henry." She gave a small smile. Boris nodded and Bendy got off the page so he could walk on his own. The tour resumed.
The four of them walked by the exit. "So that's where that is," Henry realized. He stopped to look at the door that he had been searching for the day before. Well, he didn't need to make a quick escape now. "Okay," he shrugged. He turned back to his friends. And then the floor collapsed under him.
